Dreams Lost In Water Poem by john tiong chunghoo

we weld together so many dreams
in the sky of hope
so many of them; for ourselves
for others, for friends
our enemies as we strive
to right and mend karmas
they call to us like
our children for a better life
the summer winds that bring
the comforts of warmth
to a vision often spliced like
an over ripe pear
they sigh in the triumphant
leaves, that filter the light
of our plans to help us see
more clearly the road beyond
they howl in the storm, as
the rain sweep furious
in all directions - a ballet dancer
lost in her steps - and we have to make
sure we stand firm in the midst
of all adversities

life duplicates art
and art duplicates life
and the puppeteer plays
its game in the most selfish manner
kicking us aside, when it
has had enough, to cloth
to start a game anew

our dreams are carried away
in water shedded by the
closest at heart, and we know
nothing in the world
can really be saved except by
our own conviction in the heart
to reach out to the eternal fountain
where we can dream and drink
from it the water of life